Datang: Salted fish at the beginning, Gao Yang was given marriage by Li Er

Chapter 253
In the territory of the Tang Dynasty, the whole country celebrates together, and it is peaceful.

The field of vision stretches from the flames of thousands of families to the western desert.

Fucheng City.

In the frozen Gobi oasis, a embroidered navy blue wolf head flag flutters on the white-capped city wall.

The four stone pillars rising from the ground in front of the city gate, like the stars holding the moon, support a skeleton and sheep head more than ten meters square, with a hideous and terrifying appearance, revealing the wildness of the prairie people.

Pass through the majestic high gate, step on the ten-foot-wide stone brick avenue, and sit on the stone castle arched by huge stones, like a dormant beast. Wild style.

The sky was dim, and the chill in the air was even more piercing. Pieces of snowflakes fell, hitting a group of people walking on the broad stone road.

Tiny ice crystals rolled down his face, and a thin layer of frost hung on the beard of the leader Tuyuhun Khan Khan's cloak. On his square face, tiger eyes scanned the horses tied under the stable, and spoke in a deep voice.

"How many tribal leaders are here?"

Among the two youths following closely behind him, a man with a thick beard and a strong figure let out a breath of white air.

"Eighty percent."

"The scouts who ran to inform the remote tribes have not yet reported back. It must take some time."

"Can't wait! This harsh winter won't show us much time."

The thick lips were lightly pursed, the ice crystals on the thick beard swayed, and Fu Yun opened his mouth to say the last sentence, and there was a glint of light in the deep-set eye sockets.

"Go! Go and meet these leaders."

Having said that, the pace of his feet quickened a little.

Another boy with a neat bun behind him frowned slightly and said.

"Father, it's winter now, and the soldiers and horses are much thinner..."

"To shut up!"

Fu Yun immediately interrupted his words, and a look of displeasure flashed between his thick and messy eyebrows.

Stepping on the palace gate covered by huge stones, Fu Yun said.

"Ten years ago, you lived in Chang'an and practiced in the Imperial City of the Tang Dynasty on behalf of Tuhun. Now that you have come back for three years, let's see what you have learned. Redundant etiquette, full of empty talk and righteousness, and a Han Chinese look."

"I think you have left behind the fierce and casual nature that we prairie people should have, and even the meek temper is annoying to watch!"

"You don't need to mention the war anymore. You don't need to talk about friendly neighborly nonsense anymore!"

A few words of scolding blocked the young man's words, and he lowered his head and responded softly.

"Yes."

This young man is the eldest son of Fu Yun and the former Princess Guanghua of the Sui Dynasty, Murong Shun, King of Daning.

As Fu Yun said, after the founding of the Tang Dynasty, this young prince went to the Tang Dynasty.

First, in order to establish diplomatic relations with the Tang Dynasty as the image ambassador of Tuyuhun, in recent years, Tuyuhun had separated from and reunited with the Tang Dynasty several times, Li Shimin was able to endure it, and it was also the credit of the prince who walked around in it that he didn't do much fighting.

The second is to learn advanced skills in the Tang Imperial City, and bring back Tuyuhun, which has been supplemented by the lack of pasture in winter, and the food and grass crisis that is easily caused in Tuyuhun.

Three years ago, the prince was called back to the country, but he suddenly found out that the position of crown prince that belonged to him was conferred by his father to his younger brother, Dazhu King.

Hearing his father's punishment of King Daning, King Dazhu glanced at Murong Shun from the corner of his eye, and sneered.

The cloak floated, and several figures walked into the suddenly open hall through the stone path with neatly inserted torches.

The stone pillars lined up dragged the copper lamps and placed them on both sides of the hall, illuminating the entire stone hall as bright as day.

Outline the giant eagle, the towering stone pillars of the wolf, dragging the top of the dome like a giant's hand, giving people an inexplicable sense of desolation.

Fu Yun stepped on the red velvet carpet, and the leaders of the tribes on both sides got up one after another, crossed their hands in front of their chests, and bowed in salute.

"Respected Wasteland Khan, your pious people are willing to obey your edict."

Fu Yun, who was accustomed to it, didn't have much joy on his face. He stepped up the stone steps and sat down on the tiger skin stone chair.

Pressing down his big hand, he motioned for the chief of the central defender to take a seat, and the two princes who accompanied him consciously sat down on the two nearest vacant chairs and stools under the steps.

Under the light of the flames, the figure in a fur cloak looked extraordinarily mighty and tall. Tiger eyes overlooked the many figures at a glance, and opened his mouth slowly.

"Winter has entered, and the imperial city of the Tang Dynasty, which is thousands of miles away from the capital of the lonely king, is already full of singing and dancing, and the common people are enjoying themselves."

"This year, the snow is flying and the ice is even better. The number of cattle, sheep and horses reported by the leaders of the various tribes has dropped sharply. The lonely king is unwilling."

"Why can he own the world's rich and prosperous land in the Tang Dynasty, but I Tuhun can only tremble with sorrow in the cold winter every year?"

Lifting the animal fur boots and stepping on the stone table in front of him, Fu Yun's eyes were filled with hostility, surrounding his eyes, and his rough voice suddenly raised.

"Longevity is unfair! The wolf king is unfair!"

"The hard-working people of the lonely king shouldn't be humiliated in this oasis!"

"Some time ago, snow was falling outside the tent, and the lonely king suddenly had a dream. The wolf king came from the east, bringing piles of treasures and piles of green land."

"The Lonely King knows that this is the warning from the Longevity Heaven, and this is the call of the Wolf King!"

The words flickered, and the flames on the stone pillars flickered, flickering and flickering on the pensive faces.

They are all people who have lived in the grassland for generations, believe in longevity, and believe in prairie snow wolves.

They have deep feelings for this oasis, and they consider themselves to be the gift of Changshengtian in the desert. They are as holy as virgins, and no one has ever doubted such a grassland from the beginning to the end.

But the Khan whom he respected actually took the knife from their most respected god.

The Khan, who inherits God's will from the top and connects to the oasis from the bottom, is the messenger of the gods in the grassland, representing the holy will of the gods.

Subconsciously, all tribes have never questioned such dreams.

Fu Yun stepped on the stone table, slowly pulled up his mighty figure, lifted the cloak and most of them were not on the stone steps, looking at these leaders with slightly wrinkled brows and wandering in their hearts, their faces were solemn.

"In the Northeast, there used to be a tribe with a bloodline similar to ours, the Eastern Turks."

"Heavenly Wizard Jie Li Khan actually fell into a slump under the surprise attack of the Tang Dynasty, and finally lost his country. Presumably he also felt the same emotion when he was sleepwalking in the grassland."

"The demise of the Eastern Turks was not to declare to the grassland tribes that the Tang Dynasty was invincible, but to declare to the grassland people the ambition of the Tang Dynasty."

Under the light and shadow, Fu Yun's face was flushed with excitement, and his deep eyes were as scarlet as a beast preying on them.

"Warriors of Tuyuhun, think carefully about your future. Do you want to wait until the Tang Dynasty's iron cavalry tramples you before you wake up?"

Everyone's eyes twisted slightly, and their eyelids trembled unconsciously.

Not everyone is as impulsive as Tuyuhun Khan Fuyun. In the previous few summons, many tribal leaders only wanted to guard a corner, guard an oasis, and raise cattle and sheep.

The attitude of not asking about world affairs naturally puts political affairs aside.

Fu Yun stepped on the stone steps, looked at the frowning people below, pointed at King Daning at the bottom of the stone steps, and said loudly.

"The lonely king has been dormant in the Tang Dynasty for several years, and he knows a lot about the Tang Dynasty."

"You may wish to listen to his words."

(End of this chapter)